Mr. Fork

The 2 A.M Writer

Like an animal in a trap

I'll be the germ on the wooden table

Roses mean nothing to me from you

But they will soon when I see

You're for me and I'm your prey

Burn it down while the watch is gray

No reason to leave I guess I'll stay

Her copper is still like the same

 

I can taste your soap and purity

Once taken from me, now I'm leaving

You'll love my taste and swap my spawn

Turn my gray to gold or I'll sting

See it my way, you'll learn me

I feel no pity only hurt and teeth

Why stay sober when it just screams?

Why do you do this to me?

 

Shaking head, disprove my lust

Snaking eyes, I love the paranoia

Life giver, hook me with white

Sentient being, sacrifice me for myself

I can't taste it anymore

God why did they go out the door?

I was locking deadbolts the whole time

I really was, wasn't I?

 

  • Author: The 2 A.M Writer (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 31st, 2017 21:25
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 64
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